Getaway

So you really think you’re gonna get away
By getting on a plane
With your tail tucked between your knees

Even after all the xannies that you take
You try your best to shake the thought that
He was all you need

No one can fill
Up your emptiness

No one’s gonna
Go clean your big mess

So you really think you’re gonna get away
By getting on a plane
Just fly to somewhere hot and easy

But the weather only follows you around
Like toilet paper found tacked to the bottoms of your feet

I’m a genius
Don’t touch me I’ll break

Your bones into
Little frosted flakes

Ask myself what if I’d fought for it
Then I remember that I did

Remember that I did
Remember that I did